Sunday, 14 June 2015
Devil In My Dreams
Last night I saw the devil in my dreams. And I am sure this has never happened before. He was smiling and winking at me which fascinated me for a while. But not so much as to be tempted to follow him to hell blind folded.... a thought so treacherous.... an act so vile! How could I ever, for a second, think of such a thing. I am aghast, appalled at my own self. Help! If anyone would...
Coming back to the dream....or nightmare. Let me share the strangeness of it all. He had hues of green abundant on him. Why green I wonder. Perhaps, I associate the colour with that of venom. His body was well carved like that of some Greek God. Had he worn a peacock's plume in his crown I might have attributed to him the Divine. But he only had a tussled mop of blackish brown....rich, thick, intentionally careless!
His attire was what I have often seen on celluloid and fables.....flowing texture in traditional pleats and ornaments to go with it! He had a casual stance reclining on clouds or in vacuum....does that make any difference?
His lips were full....cherry pink like that of a pouting girl. His eyes were deeply kohled and large. And yes, of course, he never did have horns!
Yet, I worry that nothing is going to be the same again. I fear there is something lurking at the next bend. Something dark, vicious, potent, foreboding. I look for trouble and tremble at heart. My soul shivers but I put up a brave smile. Weak kneed, apprehensive, scared you can say, vulnerable would describe me in every possible way.
I gaze deep into your eyes and wonder what's going on in your mind and without my knowing a frown settles down between my brows...
I ask my friend what does it mean? He assures me, "Even evil forces have a role to play in God's scheme of things.." I accept at once his explanation. And why not? He is so knowledgeable about these things and me so naïve!
How do I empower myself ? How to combat the storm? What should be my arms? What do I use as a weapon? How deadly these should be to lend defense to my hearth...my poor dwelling... I know something is for sure going to go wrong and nothing is going to go right from now on...
The other night I sat still deep in prayer. An inner voice crooned soft..."Surrender! Surrender!Surrender! Oh dear...." Is it me or someone else there? Standing right next to me a detached spectator...she called out in a while, "Are you sure you saw him and not your own mirrored image?" I do not have a twin, I cry. She laughs in glee sheer. "Look deep within and tell me once more ....aren't there the two of you... the Angel and the Satan? Where I ask, I know not. She taps me with a long wand and whispers,"See within just there..."